The Evening’s Soft Glow
In the softness of the evening’s glow
As the ocean tide arrives in cerulean blue,
I marvel at the gleaming stars above so true
As they gleam upon we poor souls below.
The sea’s current brings in things so slow,
Like a ship’s broken wheel and an old shoe
While the warm sands the winds, eschew.
Then when at dusk, time moves so very slow,
My soul exalts in the gentle peace, and
Within my mind happy memories grow as
Dark thoughts are quickly washed away.
As depressing feelings, begin to decrease,
A warm mist of serenity comes to stay, and
Sad misgivings begin to go.
A Spring Brook
A spring brook meanders through meadows and strands,
Like some unsolved thought weaving a lost theme, while
Creating colorful visions of a spring wrapped dream.
It pushes deeply into colorful flowered lands, amidst
Sycamore trees green with spring’s dampened hands.
Flowers flourish along side the flowing stream, where
Downed-trunks and boulders with varied seams
Form fresh walkways for my future summer plans.
My wandering and aging mind does not complain, and
The spring’s windy vagaries I do not forsake,
For a balmy peacefulness doth royally reign, and
In the midst of this lofty dreamlike state,
Soft billowy clouds above I do not deign, for
Smiling to myself, a serenity I do partake.
Copyright © 2012 James